[The video turns on with a clatter, apparently it fell to the ground and managed to turn on. The angle faces up Ravage's bed, where he's sitting with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders and a torn piece of photo paper in his hand. The paper can't be seen from the camera, but from Ravage's expression he looks very fond of it, or whatever's on it. About thirty seconds pass before he notices the comm on the ground.]
Oh, hai thar!
[He picks it up and smiles at it, waving with the hand not holding the comm. He's placed the paper under his pillow now.]
It's been almost a month since I posted here, huh? [A sigh] Well, I don't rilly have much to post about right now, sirrytoosay. I've been having fun, though! And there was that big attack thing, that wasn't fun...
[A pause. He looks like he really wants to say something else, but he refrains and the feed clicks off.]
[PRIVATE to SHOCKWAVE]
Hey, I think I still have one of your books. When can I get it back to you?